The first day after posting my profile on the four websites, I was literally overwhelmned with email notifications that I had either recieved a message or someone had looked at my profile. I was amazed at the amount. This was going to be a lot of work to check out everything that was being sent to me.
The free sites were the busiest. On one site the first day I recieved over 30 messages and flirts. It was like being crowned homecoming queen. I was very popular or at least I thought I was. I began to read the messages and the delete button became a handy tool. Some men wanted to have a full body picture, as soon as possiable. I listed I was full figured but they wanted to know how full figured I was. Another term was introduced to me thru one message from a fellow named of Joe. He proudly stated he was a "chubby chaser." It was not hard to figure out that this man liked overwieght women. He was eager to meet as he put it, his chubby queen as soon as possiable. Not sure what to think of this, I timidly answered his email. I was overwieght afterall. Maybe this was a good start. We exchanged several emails, carefully keeping where I lived a secret. My thought was I did not want a stranger showing up at my door.
He then wanted to talk on the phone. To hear the voice behind the picture, I told him I was ok with that but I would call him. I wanted to block my number just in case this chubby chaser was not Mr. Right. Joe had several pictures of himself on his profile. He had a close up of his face and then some in places where he had traveled. What I did not know he had traveled to these places over 10 years ago.
Our first conversation was pleasent. He seemed nice on the phone, He was witty but the insistance of a full body picture always came up. I told him that I did not like taking pictures of myself and he knew I was full figured so that would have to satisfy his curiousity. After several phone conversations, I agreed to meet him. I chose a Starbucks on the other side of town and we made a date to meet.
Jitters set in as I carefully got ready for my coffee date with Joe. Meeting someone who I had only seen pictures of and talked on the phone with was pretty scary. Self doubt was starting to settle in. After all I had only shown him a head shot, what if he did not like my body shape. It felt like I was 15 again, worried if that pimple on my check was noticable.
Joe worked as a hair dresser. His pictures showed that he was very trendy looking. In his picture he had a mohawk, looked thin and kind of cute. He stated that he was of average build and wieght. He said he played guitar in a band and also for his church. I told him that my picture was current, and of course I was no Barbie, but not a Barney either.
I entered the coffee shop and looked around. I did not see anyone who looked like the pictures I had seen. After buying a cup of coffee, I seated myself in a place where I could see the parking lot and front door. We had agreed to meet at 6pm. I was right on time and as I sat there fidgeting with my hair, I noticed a man walking across the parking lot with a mohawk. He was not as thin as his pictures had shown. In fact he was a lot rounder and shorter. I am 5'4" and as this man approached it struck me that he was shorter than I. This was not a good start.
Joe entered the coffee shop and quickly recognized me. I stood up to greet him and I had been correct. He was at least a couple of inches shorter than me. I noticed that the black hair that his pictured depicted was a mixture of black and gray. His closely shaved mustach was also more gray than black. His profile pictures did not match.
He must have been sporting this look for quite awhile because the pictures must have been taken 15 years ago. What he also did not mention in our previous conversations, was that he was living with his parents, had been in jail and was once addicted to Meth. Funny how these facts escaped his memory earlier, but when I told him that I valued intergrity, he told me all about his life. I think he thought by telling me all the gory details, I would find him more attractive. But he was not my knight in shining armor, more like my worst nightmare. He kept saying he felt chemistry between us, I just felt a little quesy. I told a small white lie that I had to pick up my daughter from her night class at the local college, and bid him farewell. He got up to hug me and tried to move in for a kiss, but my quick reaction moved away just before I was trapped in his embrace. Leaving the parking lot, I took the long way home, checking my mirrors.......I just felt a little paranoid.
I looked at this first date as a lesson. It was not a bad expierence but I learned what I was not looking for, mainly someone who was not honest about their past. Though I am sure he is living a clean and sober life, I did not want someone with a criminal past. I am not looking for perfection, just someone who might have traffic tickets on his record not felony charges.
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